Prose & poetry, with occasional art & photography.

Methought I saw my late espoused saintBrought to me like Alcestis from the grave,Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave,Rescued from Death by force, though pale and faint.Mine, as whom washed from spot of childbed taintPurification in the Old Law did save,And such as yet once more I trust to haveFull sight of her in Heaven without restraint,Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.Her face was veiled; yet to my fancied sightLove, sweetness, goodness, in her person shinedSo clear as in no face with more delight.But, oh! as to embrace me she inclined,I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.

B. Farrar

Perhaps tomorrow I will come up with something witty to say about myself, but for the moment I will leave you with these few facts:1. Despite the name, I am neither English nor a former cowboy.2. I sometimes write and sometimes draw.3. I really should do more of each.